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"Right then you stinking, no good at excuses for maggots" Cawn roared out at the slaves as they were forced by vermin onto the benches where they had their paws chained to the oars and their footpaws chained to the benches. "You small brained, one pawed, pathetic excuses for a robin are currently in the best bed you've ever slept in. You never have to leave if until your dead and can do all the excise you want to keep you from getting fat."

He stops for a minute and brings his whip across the heads of two slaves who were whispering to each other causing them to let out cries of pain. His  punches one of them in the jaw then turns back to the dark galley of oars. "You lot can't speak, can only have two pawfuls of skilly per meal, and if you try to leave your bench at any time I'll slice your throat open. All other punishments are lashes and it's however many I want so keep on my good side or your blood will be soaking the deck and you will have to clean it."